when my feet no longer
whisper across the path of life?
Who will find the key
to what I have faced and
read my testament
of experiences?
Will my memory be buried alone and hidden
from the life where it arose,
or will someone reach to follow
my light footprints in the sand,
before the wave of time washes
them away?
~Ingvild Gregersen
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